A/N: I decided to get this chapter out there, so here you go! Collect!
This one is Hermione's POV of the Halloween fiasco.
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That Ronald Weasley! Honestly, he infuriates me! I was only trying to help him. If he had kept saying the spell wrong, someone could have gotten hurt.
But he doesn't care, does he? He is so selfish! Just because I hurt his precious ego by telling him he was doing something wrong, he suddenly has to feel he need to hurt me!
I have been trying so hard to fit in! I never had any friends at my old schools, and I thought this one would be different! Obviously, I was…wrong.
I still can't believe he said that to me…
~~ Flashback ~~
The bell sounded across the castle, signaling the end of class. I packed up my books into my bag and slung it over my shoulder, exiting the Charms classroom.
The corridor was over crowded with older students, with the occasional first year stumbling along. I squeezed through the mob as best I could, looking up at who was in front of me.
Great, just my luck that Ronald was there. He was a few feet ahead of me, talking to Harry Potter. Honestly, those two are attached at the hip. I could just barely pick up the words they were saying. "It's no wonder no one can stand her."
My heart stung at those words. I knew they were talking about me. Against my will, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. They didn't even notice my presence as they continued their mostly one-sided conversation. "She's a nightmare, honestly."
Nightmare. That was almost as bad as freak. I didn't even try to stop the flood of tears that streamed down my face. I pushed past them, not even bothering to apologize to Harry as I knocked into him.
"I think she heard you," The boy who lived voice said from behind me.
"So?" Ron said back. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
If anything, that just made me and my tears run faster.
~~ End Flashback ~~
So, here I am now, sitting on a toilet in the girls' lavatory, bawling my eyes out. A couple of people, namely Lavender and Parvati, came in to check up on me, but I shoved them away. Speaking of which…
"Hermione?" I heard a voice. Parma, Parvati's twin Ravenclaw sister. "Are you okay?"
"I told you guys," I choked out. "Just leave me alone."
"But-"
"Please," I brokenly whispered. I heard a sigh, and the door closed.
The tears came again, dripping onto my lap. I have no idea how long I was in there, probably until the night. I know I should care that I missed all my classes, but I can't bring myself to. I was this close to writing to my parents, telling them what happened.
The sound of chatter and footsteps sounded from a corridor near me. So, either the feast is over, or only beginning. My stomach growled at the thought of the feast. Maybe I can see if Parvati or Lavender got me some food.
I heard the sound of the door opening and slamming closed, followed by a short click. Instantly, a horrid stench filled the air. It smelled like the boys' laundry on a bad day. I wiped my face and opened the stall door to see what was there. What I saw standing before me made my heart nearly stop.
It had to be at least ten feet tall, with gray, rough skin. Lumps and bumps covered it's body, and a small head was set upon its shoulders. It's short legs contrasted with the great arms dragging a wooden club. A troll.
Icy terror gripped my body, and a scream left my lips. All my hunger and sadness gone, I flattened myself against the wall. I was light-headed as the troll advanced on me.
Another click sounded, and two pairs of footsteps accompanied it. I stared in horror as a tap hit the wall, causing the troll to turn from me.
I looked at my saviors. It was… Harry and Ron? Ok, Harry I can get as being one to do this, but Ron? He hates me!
Hates you, A voice reasoned, Doesn't mean he wants you dead.
My eyes widened. The troll was going for Harry, raising it's club.
"Oy, pea-brain!" I heard Ron shout, and a pipe hit the troll's shoulder, hardly even fazing it. Harry ran around it.
"Come on, run run!" He yelled at me, grabbing me and pulling me. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. It was like I was petrified (Oh, wow).
I stared as the troll advanced on Ron, and Harry jumped onto it's back. I watched in slight admiration, sinking to the floor, as Ron cast Wingardium Leviosa and the troll's club flew out of its hand, slamming onto its head and knocking it out. I broke the silence.
"Is it — dead?"
The teachers came, and I took the blame. (Hey, that rhymes!) We headed back to the common room, muttering "Thanks" as we went to get food.
The next morning, I walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. I saw Harry and Ron there, and they watched me as I sat down away from them
"Hermione!" I heard Ron say, I turned to see Harry with his hand on an empty seat beside him.
"Aren't you going to sit with us?" Harry continued.
"Yeah! We've been saving this seat for hours!" Ron exaggerated.
As I sat down by the two boys, I couldn't help but thank that troll. Yes, it nearly killed me, but I got two best friends out of it.
A/N Yeah! Done!
Next time will be: Our Dear Neville in The Forbidden Forest
So, stay tuned!
-Hogwarts914